How Much Time Do We Have?

So, I have a question about recent events that is most likely going to have some people think I've gone off the deep end. My question is this. Can we say that Harold Camping is definitely wrong in his prediction? I mean, in hind sight yes, the day came and went, but now he has moved it again. Though we can say he is wrong for claiming to know, how can we be certain he is wrong as in it will not happen?

I believe the Bible. I believe that Jesus will come back one day. I believe that no one, even Harold, does not know the day or the time. However, if he is wacked out for saying he definitely knows the day and time. Aren't we wacked out if we say that we know it definitely won't be that day and time? Isn't that doing the same thing, just in the reverse order?

When the buzz was about that the world was "suppose to end" on the 21st, I heard people say we know if won't be the 21st. But we don't know that. Every second, every day is a 50/50 shot at the rapture happening. I just imagine someone who doesn't really know much about all of this asking someone who does, and that person saying, it won't happen the 21st. If all it took to be certain the rapture would not happen, was to say the rapture would happen, then I can say it will happen every day for the next ten years and in doing so, make certain I had ten more years to do whatever in blazes I wanted to do.

I think it unlikely to be the time Camping says, but how can I think to know anything about such topics when the Son of God doesn't even know? Is that giving us a false sense of time? Redeem the time because the days are evil, work to let people know that even though wackos twist the truth, the Truth is that one day Jesus will return and a whole lot of stuff is going to go down. So if it is in the next two days, three years, or twelve centuries from now, we are to live like the next second is the last. And yet, we/I push it out of our minds and think, I have time, I have time. If that sense of time is anything like me getting ready in the morning, then Lord help me, because it will come quickly and unexpectedly. How can I dawdle, when there is an unknown deadline looming?

Something Different?

Well, I’ve moved. Yep, totally out of Mertztown and back in the even more thriving metropolis of Pottstown. Actually comparatively speaking, it is a big city. No corn fields or cows, but culture all the same. There is a lot going on. Moving to a different city, getting rid of a lot of things, and moving back into the house in which I grew up. I know what you are thinking. And no, it was not a necessity, but it is a good opportunity. A win win of situations, with a whole lot of compromise and adjustment to boot!

At times I have thought that I am a complete moron for even considering such a thing. Then I realize that often when we are told to do things, it doesn’t always make a lot of sense in the traditional sense. But, it is an answer to prayer.

You see, I began praying about about six months ago, that if it would be possible, God would allow me to move closer to my church. I would drive home from music practices, or small groups looking at an hour’s drive and being exhausted, just wanted to be home. Not to mention if someone had a need or I had a meal to take a grieving family or new mother, well, there were challenges.

I never thought God would work it so that my parents would be in another state for most of the time and that I’d be in their house with my sister. Not my first choice, but I see already in this first month, that God is blessing me and I am seeing Him to be faithful, as He always is.

There will be challenges, I will continue to sin and have a terrible attitude at times, but I am work in progress and He is faithful to complete this construction site of a human.

Iron Pigs a big mess

Last night I had tickets to the Iron Pigs game. I took Erin and Caleb and had an extra ticket, so Janelle and McKenna came along as well. We got there with what we thought was plenty of time, but due to the rain the night before the cancelled game was being played as well so they started at six and we were nearly an hour late. No worries, we were going to have fun anyway. After parking in Somalia and walking up the hill with my pregnant sister and two year old niece, being passed by shuttle carts with smirking twenty something men who clearly don't know what chivalry means, we approached the gate. After getting in we started the maze of people dodging that left one of McKenna's shoes somewhere behind us and we may never have retrieved it were it not for the kindness of a stranger. After a scolding from my sister for not knowing a shoe fell off someone else's body, and finding out Erin had stepped over it thinking it was some strangers, we got to our seats with everyone's personal effects intact.

Now began the process of getting people dinner. I was responsible for Erin and Caleb and so I divided and conquered. Well, I divided anyway. Erin wanted corn, we got corn, she wanted soda, we got soda. Sent her down, she sent Caleb up. Caleb wanted pizza and soda. Then I walked him down to the seat and went and bought my own dinner. Let me tell you, the corn is so good. I know, there are cheese steaks, and burgers, and whatever else. But corn, and pork kabobs, yum!

So, I go down, eat my food, and Caleb says he is still hungry, not a surprise, I had been warned.
So, I said please let me finish this mess and then we will go. Luckily my sister has insane amounts of baby wipes and I could clean my hands. I picked two of the messiest things of course. So, Caleb wanted corn and Erin wanted pizza. I was glad to get it for them, but I came to realize the scene in A Christmas Story where the Mom gets up to get food for people after they each wait for her to sit down isn't so far from real life.

First game ends and Erin has to use the bathroom. So, we go, and we got ice. I got one, she got one, and I got Caleb cotton candy. I know, I'm poisoning them!
I know prices are steep at ballparks, but after I left with my ice, I had the realization and it just came out of my mouth, "I just spent 3.50 on ice." Erin heard me and without much time to think says, "Maybe its the economy." I laughed and said, yeah I think it is. She's hilarious. Well, we had a good time and ate things that shouldn't be legal. Caleb turned into a sugar tornado that was not to be reckoned with. I felt my leg getting wet and heard fizzing. Soda was spewing and when I looked he had finally gotten the cap on. I asked if he shook his soda and he said yes. I asked why and of course there was no answer. Between that and the cotton candy all over his face he needed to be hosed off, but baby wipe to the rescue, we survived.

McKenna of course, was a form of entertainment, getting excited for Fefe and Ferrous, clapping with a fry in one hand and a bit of chicken in the next. She enjoyed the ice she shared with Janelle as well. We all love sugar!

Another trip to the bathroom with Caleb proved to be an interesting tale. He wanted to go into the men's room. No doubt due to my covering his eyes upon our first entrance into the ladies room. I know, a bit overkill. But, after watching any Dateline episode after 1994, I am so hesitant to let him out of my sight. Luckily a nice lady said there was a family restroom, so, I turned around and let him deal. No sooner was the door closed that the toilet flushed and he was washing his hands. So unfair to be a woman at a public venue. I always knew that. But seriously, how is it possible for it to be done so quickly?!?!!!!

We headed down to our seats and left shortly after. We all walked down and I held McKenna to make it a bit faster, though we were still checking for shoes quite often.

All in all, a great game. We lost the first game, don't know who won the second. I never go for the game really. Just the scene. Love the chaos for a short time, the goofy things they do to pass the time. The odd conversations you can overhear, and the cool weather and bright lights once the sun goes down. Can't beat the company with a stick either. Well, I guess technically you could, but it is illegal and I love them way too much to do that anyway.

I even saw Deanna Gehman, she was there with a group from church, and I get to see her in two weeks at the Musselman reunion. A good start to the summer. Spent way too much money on food for a night and could have lived for two weeks if it were the grocery store, but so glad to do it. There are so many things I will remember, definitely the economy comment, bathrooms and soda with Caleb, and McKenna's exuberance at anything musical or pig mascot, and Janelle's comments while being passed by a shuttle cart. Seriously, those of you who know her, know it is hard not to laugh when she gets a bit irritated, yet is being lighthearted about the situation.

Good times, good times!

Tuesday With Arlen?

The weather was so beautiful yesterday, and though it was cool to some, I would be happy if every single day of the year were the same temperature and humidity. Plus my hair looked awesome!

Anyway, I decided to change things up and park at the Topton Home, jog down to the track, run a few miles, and jog back. Once I finished my little routine around the home, I neared the school to find there was a baseball game in progress on the field next to the track. I wouldn't care except that the spectators sit on the inside of the track to watch the game. Why? I don't know, but it annoys me because I would have to jog in front of them every lap and after a while I just feel dumb. Drives me nuts!

So, I decided to jog down and cross the road and jog through the residential section. I had been down that way before when this same thing happened last year, so I just kept going, knowing I couldn't get lost.

I past an elderly gentleman who commented that he wished he could do what I was doing. It seemed rude to just wave as if to say, yeah, it sucks to be you, so I crossed the street and jogged in place.

He said, "Oh, I'm so glad you stopped", to which I thought, oh great I hope I'm not going to be harangued for too long. Well, I continued to jog in place and we talked about jogging paths and where he had run in his younger days. I had gotten tired of jogging in place on an incline and felt a bit stupid now that the conversation had gone on much longer than I had anticipated.

He apologized that his nose was running and so I handed him a tissue. I always take them when I jog because my nose is always running, gross I know, but that is my life. He was reluctant to take it, but I insisted that it was no problem.

He said he missed running, but he just couldn't anymore. I said I had voiced my concern about wear on my joints for the future and he mentioned he would run upwards of ten miles in the Marine Corps and that I would be stronger in the future for my efforts today. He told me he was 80 and only needed a cane.

I said, "You were in the Marine Corps?"

"Yes, 22 years."

"Thank you for your service to this country." With his head down, he said,

"No, no I didn't say that for you to thank me."

"Listen! Thank you for your service." He looked up and said,

"Thank you."

Then he said after all these years he has one regret. He wishes he would have stayed in the service for 29 years and not gotten out so soon. It was all he could think about each evening while he watched television with his dog, Amber close by him. He had traveled to many places and taken his family when he could. His youngest daughter was born in Copenhagen, but he still wishes he would have stayed.

I felt like a heel for initially not want to stop and talk to this "old man". Then I was humbled by the fact that he was reluctant to take a tissue from me. Something is terribly amiss. I have noticed from many service people that they do not walk around thinking we owe them anything, when we owe them so much. Honestly, a tissue is the least I can give in return.

It had started to get dark and I said I should get going. The path I took was a loop and I had to pass him again. I said good night and he bid me to hurry because the moon was rising.

What a sweet man, outside with his dog at night, engaging in conversation with people he meets, wishing after all these years he could have served his country more. I don't know the actual years you need to be born to be considered a part of the greatest generation, but technical or not, Arlen form Topton is definitely among them.

I didn't get all the jogging in I wanted to on account of it getting dark and my hapchance meeting. But, I'm so glad for the opportunity to meet an interesting character, and I'm glad I took it. I had just been thinking that I so often forgo building relationships with people because I have some task I need to get done. And while to let every task go, would be irresponsible, some tasks just don't have the timeline we put on them. I don't expect that it will turn into a Tuesdays with Arlen type scenario, but if I see him again I will stop and chat.

When I read the Bible and notice Jesus' interactions with people, He never seems hurried. He's not the "white rabbit" that I can be so often. He is calm, He is interested in people, and He is present. Granted, He is perfect and is all those things to people even now, but I want to be like that for Him and others. Those of you who know me, and even those of you who don't, please pray, I have so far to go and the moon is rising.

Love Notes and Thank You's

Yesterday was a crazy day at work. I had not been there Friday due to the weather, and yesterday I paid for it. Bills to prepare, calls to return, proverbial fires left and right just screaming for attention.



Still, it wasn't the worst day I've ever had, just busy and unrelenting. At one point in the day clients had brought in their daughter. I thought they left and heard a little girl's voice and thought perhaps my sister had brought in her daughter to visit with her daddy, one of the CPA's.



But alas, I looked up to see this little dark haired cutie in the place of what I was hoping to be a very fair and blonde little munchkin. Oh well, all the same, didn't have time to make a fuss over her as I love to do.



I stayed past my normal closing time due to some things that needed to go out in the mail, and just having the time to attend to things withougt interruption once the day "officially" ended.



So, I grabbed my things and headed home. A quick glance reminded me that I needed to get gas and I was going to go to a Giant store because I was so close to ten cents off. It would just kill me to get it anywhere else.



To be certain I would receive the discount I went in for a few things I needed before pumping the gas, as I walked in, I started looking for signs as to where things were in this particular store.



I headed into one aisle and I thought I heard McKenna's voice say "Aunt Stacy". I thought okay, seriously, you can see her in a few days, don't be psycho about it. Then I heard Janelle say, "No, that's not Aunt Stacy." I came back out of my aisle and looked over to see them standing by the strawberries.



I know there are a lot of cliche's about meeting people in the grocery store, but I was just so thankful to run into them in the store that I don't usually go to, I just needed gas, and because I'm cheap I wanted to spend money to save money regardless of the true sound financial wisdom or not.



Anyway, I got to squeeze the munchkin and hold her. We decided to shop together for which I was thankful again because Janelle started to feel ill from looking at the food, and I stayed with Kenna to pick out yams together and fetch anything else that could easily anger the very fragile balance of a pregnant woman's gastrointestinal fortitude.



Janelle very graciously let me buy a chocolate donut for McKenna. I don't know why I buy crap for my nieces and nephews. I guess, in the true sense it was a treat for me and I wanted her to have a treat too.



I went throught the check out first and when the checker saw McKenna, she asked Janelle if she wanted a paid sticker. She said sure. I put it on McKenna's hand. I thought, how strange to put a paid sticker on a person. I quickly thought of slavery, child trafficing, and truly heinous things that just make me sad, but then my thoughts came to rest on the fact that I have a paid sticker on myself. You can't see it, but it is there. It cannot be removed, will not fade, and is unmistakable.



I walked with them to the parking lot and then got my car fuled up. I drove home very thankful for the orchestration God so flawlessly worked out so that I could see two of my favorite people on this earth, and that in the midst of today's gift, He reminded me of the gift He gives me every day. He didn't have to, He just did, and so for my love note from Heaven come to life, I say thank you Lord, and wanted to share it with you.

The Great Snow Caper 2010

Today I awoke to the marshmallow world Johnny Mathis sang about all those years ago. As I pulled the blinds to check the condition of the roads from the warmth of my apartment, I saw that the road was clear. My car was not. I checked the news, found that route 78 was closed and delighted in the fact that I could be late and vindicated by a major highway shutting down. So, I got ready, and headed out to clear my car.

One of my neighbors was outside clearing her car and we had the nice weather conversation. I got my window scraper out of my car and started clearing the crazy snow from my car. She had a shovel and I was thankful because I would need to borrow it. Once she cleared her car and shoveled a clearing around the wheels, she began to clear my car. I thanked her. Even when I had to run in for a tissue she continued. I said I was thankful, but that if she didn't mind me borrowing her shovel, I'd continue and she could get on her way. She obliged and I began to shovel mounds of snow from around my car trying not to re-bury her car.

By the time I had cleared out, I was a hot mess and in need of shower number two. Got ready again, took a call from Arlene from work in which I told her I would be taking the back roads. As I got to my car the second time, I nearly fell on my rear, but I saved my to go cup of tea, and neighbor number two helped clear more snow from around my car. I started to pull away, and lowered my window to say thank you again to which he just laughed and said your welcome, like alright already, get out of here woman.

So, I'm driving, I'm driving and the road is alright, it's been cleared, but there is slush and snow, and some of the patches are slippery, but I'm a good driver, no Nana references Jen, and I'm confident that I'm still fine. I get to the road I need to turn onto and almost immediately the road disappears and I'm driving on nothing but snow. Okay, no problem, I got this, that is why I have D3 and 2. So, I'm driving I'm driving, and as I come down a hill and the road slants toward my lane and I try to drive up another hill while an oncoming care takes their share out of the middle I become stuck in the snow.

So, I reverse, I spin forward, I reverse again, each time embedding my car further into the snow at the side of the road. I get out of my car, and get the only thing I have to move some snow, a postal bin that I use to take the mail during tax season. So, I'm scraping snow from around my tires and off the road and a big truck passes me. Thankfully he stopped and asked if I had called anyone. I said I was trying to dig myself out first and he basically said that isn't going to happen. So, now another truck comes up behind me with a plow. That guy gets out and the two men have a man conversation about how best to move my car from the embankment.

They ask if I have anything to move my car. No, just a crock pot I borrowed from my sister-in-law and gym clothes in the trunk. Along with survival gear that does not include rope or a tow line.

Praise the Lord the man in the truck behind me has a tow line under the floor mat in his truck. He starts to pull my car while the man from the front truck steers. During this time, the wife of the man driving my car tells me 78 is open. To which I am glad to hear, and also ticked. If only the news had told me the truth about the highway. So, attempt number one and the tow line snaps. Good thing it didn't pull anything from my car and we can try again. Guy number one finds another tow line in his car, so they double up and try two more times. Praise the Lord, they were able to get me out.

By this time traffic on this back road filled with snow is lining up. I am not going forward, so my only option is back from whence I came. I back up to the first driveway that is on a deep hill. Guy two that pulled me out suggested I try to turn around there, to which I said, what you talkin' bout crazy? Not really, but I was thinking it. So, I back up all the way to the top of the hill.

Slowly, slowly I reverse and people behind me just sit. Slowly, slowly I continue pointing backwards and saying as if they could hear me, I'm coming back.

The line of traffic gracefully pulls to the right to allow me to pass. At one point I was so close to a car I was afraid of hitting it. Thankfully no contact was made, but if anyone was in my passenger seat, they could have asked for Grey Poupon. So, I waved a thank you and continued on my way to a safe place to turn around.

I finally got that chance to turn around, and headed back home. Knowing now that the highway was open, I had to try again. So, I went the way I normally go to work. Two hours after I started this blessed journey, I was back at square one.

Arriving at work at 10:30 messed me up for the rest of the day, but all in all an adventure. I'm so thankful, there was no accident. I often say that in inclement weather I will wait until all the yahoos are off the road. Well, I think after today, some people may be saying that to themselves, but I'm the yahoo they are trying to avoid.

Thank you two neighbors and two strangers, and the countless people I annoyed passing your car backwards. This yahoo salutes you.

Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

Yesterday was a long day at work. I wasn't feeling the best over the weekend, but Sunday and Monday I was starting to feel pretty good. Then yesterday I got to work and my nose started dripping, and my eye started watering. Basically, that was me all day. Great to be the afternoon receptionist when all you want to do is leave a tissue sticking out of your nose. It sounds gross, it is gross, but I've totally done that at home. Can I get a witness?



In any case, as many days at work go, toward the end of the day you just get anxious for quitting time. When I looked up from my work I noticed I only had seven minutes until I would be able to leave.



I didn't leave in seven minutes, but the stress was off and I knew that any time I wanted to leave I could. So, I finished some odds and ends and left pretty soon there after as I was not feeling so great.



When I got home and turned on the news I heard about the earthquake in Haiti. It happened at 4:53. My heart sank as I remembered that being the time I was so excited to leave my job. My job, located in the United States, in Pennsylvania, near most of my family, my family that had not experienced an earthquake.



And so I thought of those I had met in the Dominican Republic, the country that shares the island of Hispaniola with Haiti. I had gone to the DR while I was in college to help with a building project. The people I met there were the most loving, happy, and genuine people I have ever met. They had next to nothing.



I know that Haiti is less well off than the DR, my sister-in-law had seen this first hand while she was in college. I have transferred some of the faces of the people I met in the DR to some of those in Haiti. I am hoping my acquaintances in the DR are safe, but praying for their neighbors to the West.

I will continue to get excited when I see that I can leave work soon, but I will be reminded to pray for those in Haiti still waiting to hear from loved ones and for the ongoing recovery effort.